St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-12-24

again, Saint Peter, look againp
Nobody, holy man: however, look
for yourself if you think that am jest
ing.'
II looked stamped my feet-I
wrung my hands, cried 'MiSericorde
miSericOrdep
"'Believe me, NJ. Martini st. Peter
said to me, believe me, it is
WRONG TO WORRY YOURSELF
thus. 1t will give you stroke of
apOpleXy. 1t is not your fault, after all.
But your Cucugnanais, for certainty,
must make their little quarantine i'll
PurgatOry.'
"'Then allow me, st. Peter, for char
ity's sake, allow me at least to see and
console Them
Willingly, my friend; but stay; put
on these sandals before you go. The
roads are not good ones. VOLTA! that is
better. Now, walk straight ahead of
end, a turning? Upon the right of it
consolidated and studded with black
crosses; knock, and they will open to
you. AdeSsias, Nj. Martin; adeSSiaS
Keep your health and cheerfulness.'
And | walked and walked-what a
struggle! shudder only with thinking
Of it-that little path all filled with
briars, glowing with carbuncles and
writing with kissing SerpentS, that led
directly to the silver door,
"Pan-pan. who knockS?' a voice
cried to me-a voice hOarSe and dole
full.
1.-THE cure from Cucugnan.'
"'FrOm whereof
"'From Cucugnan.'
"'Ah. enter!
Il entered. Before me tall, beauti-
full angel, with wings as black as night,
robe respondent as the day, and
WITH A DIAMOND KEY
hanging from his girdle, was writing
Scrdtch-Scratch-in mOnStrOuS book
a book in every way bigger than that of
Saint Peter.
Z" 'Well,' he said to me, well, what is
it that has brought you here? What is
it that you want?'
''Beautiful angel of God, answered
him, only to KNOW am very curious,
perhaps-if you have here the Cucug-
nanaiS?'
'The-the-"
1.-The Cucugnanais- people from
Cucugnan. 1t is L who am their prior.
"'Ah, the Able Martin, is it not?'
cat your service, M. Angel
"'Cucugnan, you say, Cucugnan,' and
the angel, as Saint Peter had done be-
fore him, spread open the leaves of his
book, mOistened his fingers with saliva
in order that they should turn the bet
ter, and hastily ran through the names.
"'Monsieur Martini SAID he at last,
uttering a deep sigh, we have not in
Purgat0ry soul from Cucugnanl'
"'JesuS! Marie! Joseph! Nobody
from Cucugnan in PurgatOry-nobOdy !!
Where are they, then? 0, Grand Dieu
Where are they? Where are they?'
"'Eh, holy man, where are they? They
are in Paradise. Where else do you
wish they should be?'
"'But 1 have come from Paradise
"'YOu-from Paradise? Ell bien?'
"'Eh bien, they were not there! All,
Good Mother of Angels, where are they
W.
"'What will you, M. lie Cure-what
will you-if they are neither in Paradise
nor Purgatory?'
"'They are
"'Holy Cross-Jesus-Son of David !!
Can it be possible? And how can | go to
Paradise if my Cucugnanais are not
there? How can I-how can | go? -.
"'Listen to me, NJ. Martini said
CilCChliS UOlOAC JOu
trace your steps you need to be certain
of this. See, therefore, with your own
eyes: follow the path to the left there,
and run, if you know how to run. At
the end of it is portal; through it you
can look upon all. God assist you'll
And the angel closed the door upon me.
1.-THE road before me was broad one,
and paved and scOrching with glowing
embers. / staggered as if were drunk
and stumbled at every step. l was all
in a perSpiratiOn; every hair on my
body had its separate drop of sweat,
and strangled and painted with thirst
But, ma fol, thanks to the sandals which
Saint Peter had given me, was able to
run, to go without clustering my feet.
''At last saw upon my left hand a
door; no, portal, an enormous portal,
red and yawDing like the mouth of a
great furnace. All, my children, what
a spectacle! There they asked not my
name; there was no register, no keeper;
they entered there by wide and open
door, as on Sunday you enter the cab
aret. / sweat still with great drops of
sweat, although was chilled and shiv
cred. My hair erected itself upon my
head, and l smelled
THE BURNING, ROASTING FLESH,
something like the OdOr that spreads it
self jim our Cucugnan when Eloy, the
Marechal, burns for the sheer the hoof
of an old ass. lost my breath in that
atmosphere, sinking and sitting, and
heard horrible clamor of grOaningS,
bowling and cursings.
"'Eh bien, enter thou,' said horned
devil to me, prodding me with his pitch
fork. Enter, say; why dost thou not
enter?'
"T-I enter not; am a friend Of
God!'
ga friend of-eh? Then what contest
thou here fOr?'
81 come-ah. butt can scarcely hold
myself on my legs-I come-from dis
tance-humbly-tO ask you-if by a
stroke of chance-yOu should have here
any one-from-from Cucugnan?'
"'Any one from Gu! Ecu de Dieu!
but thou playest the stupid, thou, as if
thou didst not know that all of Cucug-
nan is here! ITEMS! ugly crow, open
thine eyes and thou wilt see how we ar
range them here-theSe famous Cueug-
nanalsp
Sand there, in the midst of a whirl-